HANDS OF TIME | rantaro kiyama

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FEBRUARY 14, 2013
9:36 AM
Love is in the air ~<3

     

"LET'S MATCH CLOTHES."

"Oh hell nah—"

"C'monnn!" Rantaro's mumbles and grumbles about Y/N's stubbornness to celebrate this holiday of love enlightened the room.  Y/N sat on her bed, nose deep in her book.  "Lighten up a bit, Y/N!  Have some fun and put the book aside! It's Valentine's Day for gosher's sake!"

The scholarly one's bedroom was coated in walls of beige, the rest of the palette in cold neutral hues and sage green. A fake plant stood on a marble pedestal in the corner. A real one would just die once placed in her hands. Rantaro laid against the wall as his legs were crossed, sitting on Y/N's dark forest blanket.

"We have exams in four weeks." She stated simply.  "I can not mentally lighten up or celebrate anything fun or important without breaking down."

"Don't remind me—at least you can study and actually know how." Rantaro groans, palm colliding with his face, slowly dragging it down and pulling his facial features along with it. "How do you even study? Do you literally just flip through the textbooks and read?"

"Notes," Y/N answered, snapping her book shut as she looked up; turning to stare at him with a blank but tired expression. "I take notes. Messy notes, in which I would convert into neater ones later when studying. Your movements work with your memory—hence, muscle memory—so it'll remember the stuff you write down easier when done more than once."

"Nerd." Honcho blew a puff of air through his nose before his back slunk down against the wall with firmly folded arms. Y/N let out an amused grin at that.

"Need help reviewing anything?" She offered, pushing herself off of her stomach and sat upright on her bum, rolling over to the blond one in the corner. "Haven't had a study buddy in a while."

"All I know is that the mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell—" he shrugged shamelessly.  "—and I got that from a meme."

"You're hopeless." Y/N sighed, fingers to her temple as she rubbed them.

"Not when I'm with you," he strode with pride towards her, arms crossed in front of his chest. Rantaro extended a hand out to her once in distance. "Teach me your ways, ol' wise one!"

"If I must." Y/N rolled her eyes for like the bajillionth time that even she is surprised that it isn't stuck to the back of her sockets yet.  Despite the "begrudging" way of answer, the scholarly one's tone was teasingly lighthearted.

—

Teaching Rantaro wasn't all that bad.  The only clear problems that Y/N could pinpoint during their short period of studying was that he couldn't concentrate on one thing too long, and the fact that repetition was a bore.

       So naturally, she found solutions.  Things such as switching methods of studying, or shifting into another topic for a while and then swapping back solved some difficulties.

       "You'd make a great teacher." Rantaro bobbed his head side to side as he grinned.  Y/N's expression was flattered, though shook her head.

       "I don't have the patience to put up with anyone else except for you." she states.

       "Well aren't I lucky then?" Rantaro quickly presses a kiss to her forehead.  "Actually...what's the time?  There's something I have to get to at four."

       Y/N's mouth was about to reply, though stood agape for a moment at the realization.  "...It's four-thirt—"

       His face was of that after biting into a lemon.  "Sheet."

       "Sheet?" Y/N echoed.  Rantaro jumped up from his crisscrossed position and practically slid into his jacket like slipping and harshly falling onto the ice. 

       "Sheet, yep.  Kris has made it pretty prominent that we should appear at least somewhat civilized." Rantaro was already at the door of her bedroom.  "'Kay, love you, Y/N.  Sayonara!"

And then he was gone like the wind.

—

Two hours had passed before the next disturbance in her studies.  She had just wrapped up math and english, now moving into chemistry. The doorbell rung though.  Y/N was debating whether to pretend that she wasn't home, but the person outside was persistently ringing the doorbell in a way that made it sound like a tune.

Ah well.

Y/N peered through the peek hole.  It was Rantaro.  His hand was seized onto something the size of a grown golden retriever behind him with a black handle that appeared to be metal.

"Honcho?" Y/N said, stepping onto the pebbly ground in her white flip flops, pushing the door shut with her hand behind her back soon after.  "What's up?"

His grin stretched from cheek to cheek, throwing his arms up into the air.  "Happy Valentine's Day!"

A confetti popper's appearance trailed right after, scaring the bejeezus out of Rantaro as he flew into Y/N's arms with a vice grip.  Though once he realized what he was doing, he quickly hopped off and patted his clothes as if he had a confetti popper go off behind him and he jumped into his girlfriend's arms on instinct.

"AHEM," Honcho cleared his throat loudly, hitting his chest a couple of times to get that perfect "ACHAKC!—".  His arms swiveled like bendy straws whilst relaying attention onto the grand wheel wagon of good. "Sweet loves and roses for you!"

Although the previous scene was...unordinary upon her day, the gesture that Rantaro had bestowed in front of her was just magnificent.

Every year, Y/N's valentine days were spent alone in her apartment with instant noodles and an overrated movie.  The routine was getting to her—that, and the constant nagging from her parents to get a boyfriend before "your decent looks would be wasted!"

This year was different though.  Rantaro was here this year, with her.

"Honcho..." Y/N's cheeks mantled in a faint hue of a freshly bloomed rose.  Rantaro tossed a teddy bear at her.  She caught it with a laugh.  "This is so amorousness of you."

He went quiet for a couple of minutes.  "...I'm sorry, love, don't know that word—is that a good thing?"

"Yes," Y/N engulfed him in an embrace.  "yes it's a wonderful thing."

The afternoon continued with a romantic dinner consisting of store-bought chocolate cake with pink hearts on them on the couch.  The TV played an old cartoon that was overflowing with nostalgia.  It felt nice to be with someone.

Rantaro's hand slipped into hers.  Y/N turned her head just in time to meet his eyes.  "You may hold my hand for a while, but you hold my heart forever."

...

       He turned pink.  Y/N snickered.

"Was that cheesy?" Rantaro mumbled.

"It—" she squinted her eyes, pursing her lips.  "it wasn't bad."

       "It was cheesy?"

       "Yeah, a little."

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